I found out I was claustrophobic when I got my first MRI after having my son. Never really had an issue with it as a kid--and I love the caves on Tom Sawyer Island, by the way. Now those damn barrels on the island...I'm claustrophobic. I'm not sure when or why it started. It's been sometime over the past 4-5 years. When my children were little, I was able to wander through all of those caves on Tom Sawyer Island in WDW without a second thought. Now, even thinking about it raises my heart rate. I can't do spiral staircases because they feel too closed in. (Which my kids all find hilarious, btw)
I became afraid of flying after 9/11 and then that fear compounded after a plane crashed on takeoff here at our small local airport. I had taken that flight several times and after that, I just freaked out at the very thought of flying.
Then a few years ago, my employer had some changes and suddenly they were asking me to fly frequently. At least once per month. Each time, I was a mess. But after about a year, I got used to it and I'm pretty much A-Ok now. I don't like turbulence, but I don't assume we're going to crash every time the plane experiences it anymore.
Other than that, I'm really just afraid of insects with billions of legs (exaggeration, but I don't really care how many legs they really have, because it seems like a billion to me) like centipedes. Ugh.
Sept 11 made me afraid to fly too. I use to fly all the time, but I haven't been on a plane since. Not longer after I moved to my current citt, a plane crashed on take off at our airport, killing 49 people. The co pilot did survive. But that crash cemented it for me and I don't see myself flying again.
I believe we live in the same city... the details of the crash you described are exactly what happened here. And in this little big town, everyone knew somebody on that plane. Terrible day.
My father was a crew chief on a P-47 during WWII. A P-47 was a single pilot (or maybe two) don't remember, but, even though he was a crew chief he couldn't fly on it because there was no room for him.Fear of flying. Well I have never been on a plane so I can’t say I am afraid of it, it’s more I am afraid I will be afraid. Like, I am afraid of getting in the air and freaking out.
My father was a crew chief on a P-47 during WWII. A P-47 was a single pilot (or maybe two) don't remember, but, even though he was a crew chief he couldn't fly on it because there was no room for him.
He passed away at age 74 and had never been in an airplane. The message that my sister and myself got constantly from him was... "I'm not going in a plane, I know how many things can go wrong with them". We heard that an average of 10 times a year.
Flash forward, I had an opportunity to take a European Tour sponsored by my college. It involved flying out of Montreal to Lisbon to Madrid to Rome to Paris to London to NYC to Montreal, over a two week period. I managed to work my way to the end of the boarding line in Montreal and was the last one on the flight. I was scared to death. Every noise, every squeak, every odd sound made me jump. It was a great adventure. We left Montreal at around Midnight headed across the Atlantic to Portugal. I was white knuckle all the way. Then it happened... dawn in route. The tops of the clouds had the most beautiful gold edging clearly outlining them. It was incredible and was a sight that one cannot ever see from the ground. I was hooked at that point and since all the things I heard did not result in the plane falling from the sky, I was able to quickly realize that they were the natural sounds of a huge hunk of metal that is airborne. Sometimes all it takes is to face ones fears and they can be gone forever. I realize that some are more ingrained the others, but, most can be overcome especially if you have to indication that you would panic, but, just worried that you might.